And Then I Wrote Marvel

Salamander (Part 6) (Newt Era HP!Steve/Bucky/Peggy x Reader)

With Peggy dressed up in red and you in silver, you apparated to the entrance of The Blind Pig. It was concealed by a large poster of a woman looking at her reflection in a mirror. As soon as you appeared, the woman's eyes moved to focus on you. You stepped forward, knocked on the wall four times, and as soon as you did, the eyes whipped back to reveal the eyes of a suspicious guard.

"Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella," you responded.

"Come on in," the guard allowed.

The door swung open, revealing a raucous speakeasy filled with all sorts of beings. A glamorous goblin created smoky images with her wand and sang a jazzy tune that you thought you might have heard the last time you were here. It wasn't hard to find Queenie and Jacob flirting over by the bar, and you quickly spotted Newt's blue coat in the crowd.

You sat down next to Newt and Tina, who were sitting next to each other at a table, greeting them with a bright smile.

"Tina, this is Peggy Carter. Peggy, this is Tina Goldstein, and I'm sure you remember Newt," you introduced.

"It's a pleasure, Miss Goldstein," Peggy nodded.

"Likewise, Miss Carter."

"And you, Mr. Scamander? How has life treated you these last years?" Peggy asked.

"Better than I expected," he said with a little glance at you. "I'm living out of a suitcase, but it's a rather impressive suitcase if I do say so myself."

"It's more like he lives in a suitcase," you corrected. "The very small area that I've seen of it was rather impressive."

From across the room, Queenie signaled to Tina. From the depths of the speakeasy emerged a smartly-dressed goblin smoking a cigar. He eyed you, Peggy, and Newt warily before sitting at the head of the table. A house-elf hastily brought him a drink.

"So you're the guy with the case full of monsters, eh?" Gnarlak asked, paying no attention to you and Peggy.

"News travels fast," Newt commented. "I was hoping you'd be able to tell me if there have been any sightings. Tracks. That sort of thing."

The goblin downed his drink, and another house-elf brought him a paper to sign. "You've got a big price on your head, Mr. Scamander. Why should I help you instead of turnin' you in?" he asked threateningly. The house-elf scampered away with the signed document.

"I take it I'll have to make it worth your while," Newt said.

"Let's consider it a cover charge," Gnarlak confirmed smugly.

Newt naively pulled a couple of galleons from his pocket and slid them across the table.

Barely looking up, Gnarlak sniffed, "MACUSA's offerin' more'n that."

Newt thought for a moment, then pulled a beautiful metal instrument from another pocket.

The goblin almost seemed interested as he said, "Lunascope?" but then let everyone down, saying, "I got five."

Newt rummaged in another pocket and pulled out a frozen, glowing red egg. "Frozen ashwinder egg!" he exclaimed.

"You see, now we're--" Gnarlak stopped, suddenly spotting Pickett, who was poking his head out of Newt's pocket. "Wait a minute, that's a bowtruckle, right?"